Intoxicating wine from a kiss, and & nbsp; saffron,
Drunken fog in the night of the born verse
And we drink our love from one glass,
Having tasted the fruit of original sin.
His eyes opened and the sky darkened,
Only your beauty, and only we alone ,
And everything in Paradise seemed to be empty,
There he dedicated verses to you, forgetting the Psalms.
The beginning of the days of the earth, they are conceived in the sky,
Where did you say to me: "Take me quickly,
Enough empty words, I'm all in the desired bliss".
And held out the Cup, with the words "drink"....
Worlds, years, epochs, continents,
And & nbsp; our life, fleeting run,
We are the Paradise ancestors in this world residents
And we drink wine until there is a man....
Source: https://poembook.ru/poem/2301064-------------akhmatovoj